Jehan Numa Khajuraho Resort

Jehan Numa Khajuravan Resort sits on the dusty fringe of the Western Group, a tired‑old outpost that feels more like a colonial hunting lodge than a boutique hideaway. The cream‑stucco rooms are layered with faded teak furniture, a cracked marble floor in the lobby and a chandelier that sputters when the monsoon wind rattles the eaves. The only redeeming feature is the sunrise terrace on the roof, where a glass of chilled nimbu‑panna gives you a panoramic view of the Kandariya Mahadev shrine before the crowds descend. The in‑house restaurant, Dharohar, serves a decent thali at 1 pm—spiced dal‑baati with a side of tangy mango pickle—but the dinner menu is a tired copy of Delhi’s buffets, over‑cooked paneer and indistinguishable biryanis that you can find cheaper in the market stalls on Satna Road. The pool is a lukewarm rectangle surrounded by wilted bougainvillea; it’s more a place to cool your shoes than to lounge. Keep your luggage in the locked cupboard; the night‑staff are courteous but the security guards are notoriously lax, and petty theft of chargers is a regular footnote in guest reviews. Visit between October and March to avoid the scorching summer heat that sears the sandstone; the evenings are then crisp enough for a moonlit stroll to the temple complex, which is the only reason most travellers venture past the resort’s uninspired gates.